#makes me emo that they do get to have a family eventually

[kyngsnake]

5, 20, 27 and 38 for Avery x Wes? Hier sind Kekse.

5. Who is the cheesier one of the two?

Wes, for sure. Avery can be pretty corny too sometimes, but Wes takes the cake on this one. When they were younger and Wes finally worked up the courage to ask Avery out on a proper date, he brought flowers and dressed in his Sunday best, asked Avery’s dad if he could take his son out, the whole kit and kaboodle. Does shit like kissing the back of Avery’s hand to say goodnight. Avery finds it all horribly endearing.

20. Who randomly brings home a stray puppy/kitten to adopt?

Both. The both of them are ultimately so softhearted, in their original universe setting they end up raising a dangerous mutated canine because Avery found the pup after the mother had been killed. Wes ends up raising a duckling that their kids brought inside because it imprinted on him.

27. Craziest place they had sex?

Hard one because they have a strange habit of fucking in places where they shouldn’t. Abandoned houses, riversides, barns, truck beds… etc etc. On top of the operating console in a military command center, I think.

38. If/when they have kids, what is their parenting style (or pets-who does what)?

Wes tends to opt for gentle but firm guidance and being a little more of an authority figure than a best friend. That isn’t as to say he isn’t affectionate with their kids, because he certainly is. Especially once they hit their teens he tries to be a little hands-off so they can make their own decisions, but makes himself accessible to them if they need support. Good at calming a kid down from a breakdown. Wes is also great with little kids, has the patience and kindness for toddlers doing toddler stuff.

Avery is the dad who’s also his kids’ best friend. He’s very good at listening to kids gossip and talk about their problems— this makes him especially good at handling teenagers. He’s not quite as good at Wes is at discipline. Especially once he’s older, he’s very aware that he used to have a short temper and sometimes overcompensates. Still, he is The Fun Dad.

Wes as always belongs to @hotwifeluigi <3

[obsessedwrhys]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WILD CHILD

ᯓ★ Your emo best friend fucks you in the woods. Both characters are 18+!! MDI!! Smut, cunnilingus, p in v, virgin reader, unprotected sex, smoking (reader is inexperienced), degradation, reader is a preppy girl!! (First smut so its not perfect)

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You found yourself standing at the front of his house. Apparently it's been a while since you guys have hung out due to your busy lives, so you two agreed to make time and meet up today to catch up.

You knocked on the door a couple of times and it took a couple of seconds before somebody opens it. A smile made it to your face when you saw it was none other than your best friend.

He was still the same.

Same black hair.

Same jeans and tees.

But he's gotten more tattoos and piercings.

Regardless, his lack of change was comforting in a way.

"Hi" He said, pulling his headphones off and despite the distance between you both, you could still hear the faint loud music playing.

"Hey, how have you been?" You said, deciding to start some small talk while he closed the door behind him before walking alongside you.

He shrugs.

"I've been good, what about you?" He barely looks at you, his eyes glued to the ground.

"I'm getting by... so where are you taking me exactly?" You asked, intrigued from his text that he sent you the other night. How he promised to take you somewhere special.

"The woods"

The woods?

The way he answered so bluntly made you chuckle a bit.

"Are you planning to kill me? Hide my body in the woods so nobody will find me" You joked and it was enough to have the corner of his lips twitch into a smile.

"Maybe? Who knows..." He said.

After a few moments of walking, you guys made it to the woods but now you aren't sure where exactly this special place is considering how you guys are already walking past so many beautiful places. Especially the stream you saw just now. Suddenly the path became bumpy, overtaken by rocks and roots that it took all your focus not to trip on it.

"Take my hand" He said, offering you his hand with his back turned to you. Without hesitation, you took it, feeling the familiar warmth and roughness of his palm.

Eventually you two made it to the place. There were multiple blankets on the mattress placed on the ground, a mini portable stove, and a lantern placed just nearby. From how he decorated it, it looked awfully cozy.

"Welcome to my spot, no one in my family knows where this is so I can be alone. I also do my homework here sometimes and this is also the place where I nap" He said and sat atop of the blankets. His eyes focused on you as he watches you still standing there.

"Sounds relaxing" You commented, looking around a bit before joining him on the blanket.

The second you made yourself comfortable, he pulls out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. You watch as he lights one up before inhaling it. It was when he sees you staring so much that he hands it to you.

"Here, try one. They aren’t that bad once you get used to them" He lifts it slightly to urge you on even more. You hesitated... before taking it from between his fingers.

You examine it almost like it's alien.

"How do you use this?" You asked and he couldn't help but smile a little at how lost you are.

To him it's like watching a baby take its first step.

"Just put it between your lips and suck on it. You aren’t swallowing or blowing it out your nose. You just wanna breathe the smoke in and out of your lungs" He instructed but despite his guidance, you were still confused.

You put it between your lips and tried to inhale the smoke but it seemed that the heavy smell overwhelmed you to the fact you ended up coughing. He laughs at you as he took the cigarette out from your hand.

"Wow you really suck at this" He said, his hand being quick to rub your back while you continued on coughing.

Right before putting out the cigarette, he took one last drag and then tossed it away. Your eyes were clearly red and so was your face burning.

Then you felt movement of him laying down, you looked to see him patting on the empty spot behind you, signalling you to lay down as well. And you did just that.

"There you go, more cozy" He said.

And he wasn't wrong.

You could feel your mind being at ease from being present at the moment. It's like all your responsibilities are gone.

"I could fall asleep like this..." You uttered and he turns to look at you.

"Then you should come here with me more..." From the thought itself, you couldn't help but laugh at his words.

"My mom would kill me. She doesn't even know I'm here right now"

"Well, maybe I’ll help you do things your mom would kill you over someday. How about I help you experience life more?" He smiled and you weren't sure but you had a feeling he was being flirty with you when he said that.

Or it could just be the tobacco getting to your head...

"When did you even learn how to smoke?" You turned to your side to face him and he mirrors you.

He shrugs.

"I don’t remember. It wasn’t that long after my first breakup though. I stole a pack of smokes from my mom, it felt good the first time so I kept doing it. I also do other things to calm down but this is just my preferred choice" He said and your brows narrowed a bit by the mention of his ex.

"The girl who cheated on you?"

"Yeah... I don't really wanna talk about her" He sighs.

"I understand" You replied and he stares at you, a mischievous glint showing in his eyes. One that has gotten you into too much trouble during your years of friendship.

"Do you have an ex?" He asks and you scoff in disbelief.

"I wish but my mom says I can't until I'm 30 or something"

"Sheesh..."

He stares at you, again with the same look but his lips are now curving into a smirk.

"So you never kissed a boy?" He asked and the forwardness of his question made you go quiet for a second.

"No" You answered.

You weren't sure if it was just you but you could feel the tension in the air grow thicker, making it harder to breath.

"Do you know how to?"

"Not really"

He chuckles, almost finding your innocence adorable.

"It’s not hard, I could teach you if you want" He offered that for a second you thought you were hearing things.

"You're messing with me right?"

"Nono I'm serious, it's completely up to you if you wanna learn. You don't wanna embarrass yourself in front of your future boyfriend right?"

The way he said it with a snarky look made it so tempting.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try"

You cleared your throat awkwardly when he moved himself closer to you. He looks at you, almost unbothered by all of this.

"How exactly do you kiss?" You asked and he thinks for a while.

"Eh... it's... better if I demonstrate it... you just do it like this" He places a hand on the back of your neck and you felt your chest flutter when he pressed his lips on yours.

It was so soft.

He kisses you almost in a gentle, yet passionate way. His piercing felt cold and tasted metallic against your lips. You felt your mind spin but the moment his teeth bit down on your bottom lip, you couldn't contain the sound you made from it. Your reaction causing him to grin as he kissed you longer before pulling away.

“Like that... did you get it?" He said but you were too busy registering what just happened.

Guilty enough, you really liked it.

Probably a little too much.

You slightly rubbed your thighs together, experiencing the same burning feeling you'd feel during those nights you had the house to yourself.

You were too caught up in your thoughts that you failed to notice the way he was staring at your thighs.

Fuck the sight alone made him excited.

"Are you... horny right now?" He asked, a cocky look on his face.

That's when you finally snapped back to thinking rationally.

Your mom would kill you if you did something like this!!

"Ah shit sorry—"

"No don't apologise. I'm also horny" He said, his voice getting quieter as he inches closer to kiss you on the lips again.

You couldn't help but whimper at how rough he was being with you. And he'd laugh, the sounds you were making just encouraging him even more. As the kiss progresses, he'd push you back a bit so that he was on top of you.

With your arms pinned above your head, his lips trailed down to kissing your neck, leaving bites and marks everywhere it landed on. The hardness of his teeth biting down on your skin made it harder to keep quiet.

You were embarrassed.

You never thought that your best friend would be pulling these noises out of you.

"Fuck... I want you so badly, do you want me too?" He asks, looking up at you as he nibbled on your shirt. His makeup making him appear undeniably irresistible.

The sight left you breathless that you could only respond by nodding to his question.

"Yes..."

He smiles hearing you allow him to continue.

"C'mon, let me get you out of your clothes. I'm gonna take good care of you, okay?" He grabs you firmly on the waist and you did as he told.

Carefully, he helped you strip off of your clothes until you were nearly naked. The bulge on his pants growing unmistakable just from looking at you.

"You're so pretty..." He'd mumble, pushing you back on the mattress.

Feeling like your heart's gonna explode, you watched as he trailed his fingers between your clothed folds.

You let out a soft moan, sensitive to his touch.

"You're already so wet for me..." He sighed, rubbing his now wet fingers together.

Growing impatient, he rolled your panties down your thighs until they were completely off. The sight of your pussy glistening made him swallow.

"I wanna taste you— can I?" He pleaded with his eyes begging for a yes and naturally you let him.

"Thank you" He'd say before kneeling down between your legs and lowering himself til he was face to face to the sensitive spot of your body.

You felt the warmth of his breath against you, sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. It feels like everything is happening so fast. You shut your eyes as you felt his hands grip on your thighs, gently spreading them wider to grant him better access.

"You've never had anyone eat you out right?" He asks almost dizzy from the moment alone.

"Never" You said and he moan softly at the thought of him being your first.

If anything it boosted his ego.

With agonizing slowness, his tongue slid along your folds, tracing the delicate contours. You arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips as the sensations overwhelmed you. His lips sealed around your sensitive nub, sucking gently as his tongue danced across the bundle of nerves.

"Oh God!!" You screamed, your hands instinctively reaching for his hand.

He groans and the vibration on his tongue against your clit made you even more aroused.

The pace of his ministrations quickened, his tongue lapping and swirling that it had your hips bucked against his mouth, desperate for more. You were lost in the haze of ecstasy, your world narrowed down to the incredible sensations he was creating between your legs.

"F-Fuck— Feels so good" You cried.

His grip on your thighs tightened til his nails were digging in your skin, trying his best to hold you steady as he worked. The air was thick with the sounds of your shared gasps and moans. With how loud you were, it's a good thing he chose to bring you to the woods.

"Mm... you close?" He asked, the wet sounds beneath you making you draw closer to the edge.

"Mhm" You nodded with your eyes closed.

Suddenly his fingers dig into the soft flesh between your inner thighs, making you gasp. But before you could process it, his tongue swirled faster and the strokes growing more insistent as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You felt the pressure building, a feeling thrumming through your body.

"I'm— I'm coming!!" You gasped, your chest rising and falling fast at the build up of your orgasm.

"Yesyesyes— let go for me baby" Your juices were now getting all over his chin and hand from his brutal pace but he loved it, he loved having himself coated in your scent.

You arched your back as your lips parted, you moaned and he moaned along with you, matching the volume of how good he was making you feel.

Your body convulsed with the intensity of the orgasm, wave after wave of blinding pleasure washing over you. But he didn't stop and continued his ministrations. Your vision whited out, the world shrinking down to just the two of you and the all-consuming bliss.

"Mmm..." He hums, lapping at every last drop he could get out of you.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, you lay there, boneless and spent, gazing down at your best friend who began taking off his shirt, revealing his defined chest and the ridges of his abdomen both covered entirely by tattoos. What fascinated you most was how he had his nipples pierced. Shamelessly, Your eyes then trailed down to the potent bulge of his arousal.

He palms himself once he catches you staring.

"You want this?" He teased, a smirk on his face. You look away feeling embarrassed at the position you're in.

"Why are you acting like you didn't just come from my tongue huh?" His fingers unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down antagonizingly slow.

Your pulse quickened, your breath catching in your throat by the time he finally stepped out of his jeans. His hand wrapped around his own shaft, his touch gentle as he stroked himself. The sight was mesmerizing, your gaze drawn to the rhythmic motion.

It was clear he was doing this to edge you on.

He wanted to hear you beg for him to put it in you.

"Ohhh fuck..." He groaned, running his other hand through his hair as he bucked his hips up to match the pace of his strokes.

It made you whimper.

"Please..." You blurted out the words without realising. He stops to look at you.

"Please what? Did I fuck you dumb now you can't speak properly?" He asks and you let out a shaky sigh at his harsh words, your excitement now growing more between your thighs.

"Please just... fuck me..." You uttered, wondering how you are able to face him after this.

He smiles seeing how shy you were getting...

He enjoyed the effects he was having on you.

"Anything for you..." He says, grabbing by your feet and pulling you down to him that you yelped at his strength.

He chuckles as he lines himself against you.

"I'm gonna be your first— you like that? You like getting fucked by your best friend?" He cooed, having the tip of his shaft circling and caressing your clit.

You shuddered at the delicious friction, another soft whimper escaping from your lips.

"Y-Yes" You moaned.

"Do you let all your friends use you or is it just me?" He whispers as he slowly pushed himself inside you, the thick head of his arousal stretching and filling you with a gentle pressure.

He groans, shoving his face into your shoulder and you couldn't control the erotic moans you were making.

"Answer me whore" He pants, his hands putting your legs over his shoulders to get a better angle.

"Just— you!!"" You sobbed pathetically as you fist the blankets underneath you.

The sensation was overwhelming, his girth and length stretching you in ways you'd never expected you could experience.

"Fucck— you're so tight," He cursed, his voice low and husky with pleasure.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, promise" He murmured.

As he bottomed out, his arousal buried deep within you, he paused, his chest heaving with exertion. The air was thick with tension, the only sound was the ragged breathing of the two of you, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Despite how badly he wanted to have you right now, he needed to make sure you weren't in any pain because that's the least that he wants right now. He leans down to kiss you but this time it's sweeter. You hum happily as you kissed him back.

Your hands were tugging at the wristbands that he still had on his wrists. He smiles looking down at the way you're playing with it.

"Adorable..." He purred, rubbing the side of his face against yours.

Just as he said that, he began moving his hips. His thrusts starting off slow but it was still enough to have you moan out of pleasure. The friction of his shaft rubbing against you made you lose your breath. You were sure you've lost any senses to think straight.

"Take off your bra... I wanna suck on your tits" He breathes out and in a swift movement, you unclasped your bra and threw it away.

Following his command like a puppet.

Without letting a second pass, he dips his head down, latching his mouth onto your perky nipple and sucking hard. You moan and pulled on his hair from how overwhelmed he was making you and your grip made him whimper. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud as he starts to pound into you relentlessly.

The obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy mix with your loud moans and his own grunts of pleasure filled the woods.

"Mmm... yeeah— that's it, take my cock" He grunt almost animalistic.

His grip on your hips tightens as he picks up the pace, drilling his thick cock deep inside of you while letting out a guttural groan. At the same time he bites down lightly on your nipple, tugging at it before switching to the other one and giving it the same attention.

Everything was too much.

Too fucking much.

"I'm close...!" You whimpered and he could feel your walls start to flutter around his cock as he continues his relentless pace.

"Yeah? You want me to come inside you?" He cooed, slamming his hips against yours harder and faster.

You nod without hesitation, your brows furrowed from the intensity while your eyes are shut close.

One of his hands slides up your body to roughly grope at your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You opened your eyes to see his makeup slightly smeared and his necklaces bouncing against his chest but that just made him look even hotter. You moaned when you felt that same pressure building again.

Your panting growing louder and your body twitching the second your orgasm rips through you. Your back arches and you let out a loud, shuddering moan, your whole body trembling beneath him. It felt like all of you were melting that for a second you swore you could see stars.

"Oh shit" He gasps, feeling the way your walls were clenching tightly around his throbbing cock.

With a few more desperate thrusts, he growls out as his cock pulses, shooting thick ropes of hot cum deep inside of your quivering pussy. His body loses strength that he ends up collapsing on top of you, panting heavily as the last of his orgasm subsides.

He hums as he buries his face into your hair. The two of you twitching uncontrollably and trying to catch your breaths.

He laid on top of you a couple of seconds before he pushes himself up, he rubs his nose, sniffing a bit as his eyes looked down to watch himself slowly pull his cock out, some of his cum already dripping out. You sigh at the absence of him inside you and he chuckles at your reaction.

"You did so good for your first time" He laid himself beside you and kissed you lovingly on the cheek.

"That felt... really weird... but in a good way..." You struggled to express yourself since your mind was still reliving what just happened.

He smiles.

"You know that makes us friends with benefits..." He scoots closer to you, engulfing you in his embrace.

"Meaning...?"

"You can call me anytime if you wanna do this again" He brushes your hair out of your sweaty face. You think over his words.

"Anytime?" You repeated and he nods.

There's a feeling that anytime might come sooner.

Shout out to @wveelr who convinced me to feed in to my addiction

[vanfleeter]

Conjure: (Sneak Peek)

Twins.

Noun. A person or thing that is exactly like the other.

They were born into this world from the same womb–only five minutes apart. Two brothers who share just about everything. Everything they did was done together, except for their school classes. Too chaotic to be in the same class together. The only time they were ever purposely separated, and not by their choice. They made pact when they were young, that since they came into this world together, they leave this world together.

Twenty-eight years came and went in a blur. They survived significant others that came and went, some staying longer than others. They were each others ride or die, no one could replace either one of them. They had their own best friends, but they were each other’s built in best friend from the start.

As the years went on, and the older they grew, they slowly became their own person with their own identity. Though they share all the same facial qualities, Jake wanted to be his own person. He was getting tired of people confusing him with Josh. He especially hated it when Josh tried to pretend to be him. So he grew out his hair while Josh typically kept his short and curly. They mutually decided to dress differently, growing tired of wearing matching outfits that their mother would put them in. His style grew different from Josh’s. While Josh was more hippie and international, Jake kept his casual and laid back. He became the emo twin, the long bangs and the hipster clothing. Even their music style had its slight differences, despite growing up around the same genres.

They even had different passions. Jake loved music. He learned how to play guitar a very young age, and it was the one thing that he stayed true to. He had dreams of playing music like his grandfather, but he wanted to be BIG. Have a band, compose his own songs, travel around the world while playing his music. Josh on the other hand, he dreamt of producing films. Come junior high and high school, he produced a few short films with the help of Jake, of course. He was also into theater, unlike Jake. He loved to act, loved to the center of attention, whereas Jake did not. Jake tended to hang out behind the scenes, keep to himself and just not be bothered unless he choose to be.

And while Jake practiced and practiced to get better at guitar, he helped Josh make his movies. He even acted in them, despite being the one who didn’t want to act. But Josh was the director and the producer, someone had to be the actor. So when Jake wasn’t behind the camera and capturing all the good shots for Josh, he was in front of the camera and doing his best as an actor.

Eventually Jake began to form his own band and since he helped Josh with his movies, Josh returned the favor and decided that he would help Jake with his music. Jake promised him that once they made it big and Josh was ready to step down, he would help Josh again with his film. And so they did just that. They roped in their younger brother Sam who learned to play the bass and taught himself how to play the keys. Eventually they brought on a good family friend, Danny–who also grew into being one of their brothers. Family. That’s what they were, and that’s what they always would be.

And for the next ten years, the twins were still together. They even moved in together for a while, even with their significant others, because they just couldn’t separate from each other.

Until Josh made the decision to move out with his partner. “It’s time,” He said. “We need our own spaces if we want our relationships to work..” He patted Jake on the shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m not that far, and besides, I’ll give you a key so you can come over whenever you want to.”

Though they lived apart now, they still were inseparable, even when they went on tour. They were always together.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily.” Josh joked one night as he handed Jake a glass of whiskey. “And apparently the same goes for you.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Nah, we made a pact. If you go down, I’m going down with you.”

Josh chuckles. “That silly ole pact, Jacob,” He sips on his wine. “I can’t believe you’re still holding onto that.”

Jake shrugs his shoulders and sips his whiskey. “I don’t think I could ever live a day without you…”

Little did he know that living without his twin forever was approaching faster than he was ever expecting…

Coming soon on 10/1 as part of Jaketober 👻

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[harrywavycurly]

Sarah my sweet can we get a conversation between one night reader and Wayne when she’s making him dinner? 💞

Hiiii babes!! Sure, I love me some Wayne content so I hope you enjoy this and also idk why it kinda made me emo so I’m sorry 😂💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*Wayne wants you to know he’s here if you need him and he doesn’t mean just with baby stuff*

“Hey sugar it’s just me.” “What’s up Daddio? Rumor around town is you got yourself a new work truck….” “What did we say about Daddio?” “It’s a no…you’re Wayne…just Wayne and for Dotty it’s whatever she feels like calling you…” “Exactly but yes I sure did get me a new work truck only took ten damn years…wanna check it out?…what’s that smell?” “Oh I’m making dinner…you are staying for dinner right?” “Of course…what’s on the menu? You need me to hang those shelves still or did Eddie finally get around to it?” “It’s just chicken enchilada casserole…nothing fancy…oh yes please if you don’t mind? I have a few books that I’d like to go on them…now let’s go see that truck.” “Stairs or do you wanna brave the elevator?” “Stairs…always the stairs…oh shit is that her? She’s so pretty look at that paint job.” “Oh hush…she’s used but she’s new to me and she runs like a dream.” “That’s good Wayne you deserve it…oh nice backseat…is that a damn car seat?” “Yes? I’m her grandpa I gotta have a car seat and it’s the exact same as the one in your car.” “I’m not even sure why I’m shocked…we’re gonna have to arm wrestle to see who gets to drive her home from the hospital aren’t we?” “No…I’ll let you take her from the hospital but I’m gonna meet you here or wherever you’ll be living.” “What’s that mean?…where I’ll be living?” “Ed told me you two are looking at apartments tomorrow…figured it was for the both of you?” “Oh no…it’s an apartment for him…just him..and you know eventually Dotty will stay there with him too but yeah it’s just his apartment.” “Right…well come on let’s get back up there so I can hang these shelves.” “Hey Wayne?” “Yeah?” “Thank you…for everything…I’m glad Dotty is gonna have you in her life.” “I’m not just in her life you know that right?…I’m in yours too.” “We both know I’ll be forgotten about the moment she’s born…you can’t fool me Wayne.” “Oh that’s enough of that…I’m just saying I’m here if you ever need me okay? And I mean for anything…like it or not we’re family now sweetheart.” “I mean..I guess everyone could use a Wayne in their life…” “damn straight…now come on before you burn my dinner.” “God you two really are related…so bossy.”

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for murdering four people because a guy made a gross comment about my sister?

I, 13F lost my older sister, who I'll call A, 23F a few days ago. It was an incredibly devastating loss for me and was also deeply traumatic. She had been forced to assist in a murder by her boss R, 39M, who had an insane amount of influence and power over legal officials because he's been blackmailing them for 15 years. Since our country's legal system is incredibly fucked up, they refused to acknowledge the fact that she was under duress and sentenced her to death alongside R.

About six months ago, I found a childhood diary of A's from before I was born. I'm not going to go into detail about what I found, but it was enough to make me literally vomit. I felt really hurt that she, as well as my oldest sister, F, 33F, had completely hidden so much about my families history from me, as I knew SOMETHING had happened before this (A was in beauty pageants and on a reality TV show as a little girl as well as in incredibly sexualised ads and magazines and shit as a teen and barely an adult) and I knew A was plagued by nightmares, but I didn't know what they were about.

So, about three days after my sister's execution, two boys I knew, who I'll call W, 15M, and C, 17M, started to mock me and my beloved girlfriend D, 13F. The two boys had often gotten tried to bully me and my girlfriend for being weird emo lesbians, but that day W said something that made me see red. He told me, quote, "Damn, I wish I could've fucked your sister before she died."

I immediately start punching and kicking him and W, as well as C, start attacking me back. D didn't really get physically involved with the fight because she's always been incredibly anti confrontational and shy, but she did cheer me on. Eventually, our teacher found us and sent us to the vice principal's office and he suspended all four of us for a few days.

Now, D's parents have always been incredibly abusive and as soon as she found out she was being expelled, she burst into tears. D and I grown increasingly codependent over the past 6 months and I've let her know many times that I can and will kill for her, to which her response was usually, "please do not do that", but this time I actually wanted to kill her parents. So, we were dismissed and we went our seperate ways from the two men.

I took D to the apartment where I live and I convinced her to kill her parents with me to make sure they wouldn't kill her first. Eventually she agreed and we snuck into her home in the middle of the night and slit her parents throats in their sleep. Cue typical body hiding, dismembering, yada yada all that. I even got to take a nice, romantic bath with D to wash the blood off our bodies.

Anyway, the next morning, I wake up and I decide that last night was a really fun date and I wanted to do it again. So obviously the next people we kill were gonna be W and C. My girlfriend was MUCH more hesitant to follow through with this plan because W and C are still kids or whatever, they hurt her much less than her parents hurt her, beating them up was enough, and they both have little sisters who are in our homeroom at school who don't deserve to lose a sibling. I managed to convince her anyway, despite how reluctant she was.

We set up a false account under the name of a girl in our class called S, 13F, who had been severely bullying D and even sent her to hospital for a "prank". We added the two guys to a groupchat and managed to lure them into a forest by promising sex and weed because we know that they're both stoners and weird horny teenage boys.

I found them in the woods and stabbed W a couple times. C managed to get away and call the cops after seeing his best friend die so D went after him and stabbed him to death too. At some point the cops showed up and circled D and I with guns, to which I got really scared they were going to hurt my girlfriend and jumped at her, causing all the cops to fire at once.

So I'm currently writing this from the bullshit afterlife the wizard put us in (my bloodline is cursed by a wizard but thats neither here nor there) and W and C are REALLY mad at me. Also, apparently D was right because W's sister, T, 13F, just showed up on account of literally killing herself because she missed her brother so bad.

So, yeah, AITA?

[prongsfish]

we need more bartylus thoughts 🙏

YEAHHHHHH BARTYLUSSS!!!!

i am a full supporter of the “i want non-angsty bartylus!” movement because i agree but i also am personally mostly invested in doomed ships. like the fact that i even believe they ever recognised their feelings for each other is more than most of my ships HAHA so you’ll all have to excuse me if i usually write them tragically.

my bartylus is encapsulated by a midwest emo song. not like a specific one, just the general vibes of a midwest emo song. that’s what they are to me.

though! i do have some happy-ish bartylus thoughts. i like the idea that barty is fluent in french through coming from a family in politics, it seems like the kind of thing he’d be taught, and i imagine that they often speak in french to each other when they want less people to be able to understand them. like if regulus is particularly upset or stressed, he goes to barty and they speak in french because it just feels safer (and vice versa!!). i feel like they’d both be vulnerable with each other in a way they never could be with anybody else, they’re both struggle a lot with emotions but they’re each others’ safe spaces in that way. they just get each other, they really value solidarity.

a lot of people are scared of them, because they’re both very intimidating people. a lot of people also question how they’re even compatible, but in truth, the way they present to the general public is quite different to how they truly are in private, so a lot of people take them at face value as just “scary loud guy” and “scary quiet guy”. they could care less what people think about them and just keep to themselves, it doesn’t matter either way to them.

i think they were always very close, ever since they met, and some of their other friends would feel kind of left out. like, “why are they so inseparable and i’m just on the outside? what makes it different between them?” but then eventually barty and regulus get together and everyone’s like “ohhhhhhhhhhh. right” HAHA it’s not like they weren’t super close with evan, pandora, and dorcas- more just that barty and reg were always just one degree MORE. that whole group is super codependent and tightly knit, any normal person would think they were all insanely obsessed with each other, but even from their inner perspectives bartylus were extra close.

they’re also very much creatures of habit in my mind. barty is a bit more of a wild card, but there’s still a method to his madness, and there are clear patterns in his behaviour. regulus is full routine. he hates everything he can’t control, and when he CAN control something, he CONTROLSSSS it. barty finds it cute and makes fun of him, sometimes he’ll joke about messing things up for him but he’d never genuinely do that to him because he knows regulus would actually just break down. if you want you can take that as then being autistic, i don’t really write characters as explicitly neurodivergent but it often filters through just because i project my own thought processes onto characters LMAOO

that’s all i’ve got for now i think… i love them so much though thank you for the excuse to ramble about them. they’re constantly on my mind i tell you

[graciegoeskrazy]

heyyy I can’t stop thinking about matty’s daughter’s first day at school, like getting ready with her uniform, all cutie, then confused because wtf is doing George at 7:30 am at the breakfast table, getting a photoshoot at the stairs and then at the front door, matty getting emo, idk it seems so damn cute for me

Remember when the boys (or at least Matty and George) were all living together?? Mhm. That’s right. This day is a FAMILY AFFAIR.

It’s just that your father didn’t expect you to grow up the fast, and DEFINITELY didn’t expect to be this emotional sending his only baby off to preschool.

You were excited and ready for kindergarten - new backpack and uniform all laid out the night before. Meanwhile, your father was a WRECK. He tried his best to keep his emotions in, especially for your sake. However it was evident that everyone in the home was feeling the same way, your father was just hiding it the best.

George is sat around the table in the morning with a coffee and some bland cereal he stole from the cupboard. Matty silently laughs at him while walking in - still half asleep himself.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Why?”

“Because my baby is going to big girl school and is gonna be gone for the entire day.”

“First off, she’s not just your baby-“

“I’ve helped raise her.”

“Second, she's not going to be locked in a tower for Christ's sake, she going to PRESCHOOL. She’ll be gone for like 5 hours.”

George just continues groaning. “I can’t deal with this.”

“Just wait till she gets to high school.”

Matty eventually decides it’s time to get you out of bed and start getting ready. He walks into your room and his heart MELTS at your state. Cuddled up with all of the stuffed animals possible. You really are the sweetest thing he’s ever layed his eyes on.

I feel like he’s the type of dad to just hype you up whenever you need it. Like he’ll be doing your hair (and he’s good at it like pinterest mom level type shit hairdo’s) and he’ll be like…

Who’s gonna have a good day? Y/N!!!!

Who’s gonna make the most friends? YOU ARE!

Are we gonna do awesome in school for the next 12 years???? HELL YEAH!

like i just get the vibe.

anywhoooo. soon enough your walking down the stairs, backpack in hand, hair back with two pigtails, ready to take on whatever the day may bring and ready to show your fav uncles your outfit.

You end at the bottom of the stairs with a “Tadaaaa!” and they all turn and smile at the cute little girl in front of them.

They all are groaning wrecks by the time you and your dad walk out to the car.

And Matty can’t help the little tear that falls when you walk into the classroom, leaving him nothing but a little wave.

[cheerycherrycandy-resurrected]

What if we kissed in the Maize Maze?

Ok so I wanted to start posting my Soulmates AU for Raindrop month, but writing for my Medieval one is going waay better than planned and it's confusing me to have 2 separate backstories in my head at once, so while I still have *checks calendar* 5 DAYS, here's a little stand-alone ficlet!

What if we kissed in the Maize Maze? A Midwest Emo Ghouls AU ficlet

Rating: T Content: fluff, literally that's it just fluff Words: 615

Lots of love to @alwaysjustmina for organizing this month again this year, I love any excuse to write about our soggy boys!! 🌦️🖤

hello @revengeghoulette, here is your summons as promised!! 🫡

Read below, or on AO3!

Haymaking season was coming to an end, and Swiss, Mountain and all the ghouls who pitched in to help were looking forward to a well-deserved break. To celebrate the end of the season, Swiss had built a maze out of hay bales for the children and kits of the town, as well as some of the more enthusiastic adults.

The whole community had come together to put on a party at the ghouls' farm. Mountain and his colleagues from the hardware store had built fairground games, Dew had dragged the church's speakers down on a trailer and was playing records Mist had brought from her shop. Aurora's cafe had a small pop-up, and Cirrus had brought a vat of apple cider, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic, for the younger guests. Cumulus was in her element, her little face-painting stall attracting such a sizeable queue that Sunshine had jumped in to help out. Phantom was taking his new role as Youth Pastor – and more recently Sunday School teacher – very seriously, replacing her in supervising a very intense game of tag. While Mountain minded the hay maze, Swiss was giving rides on the haycart he had hitched to the back of his tractor, driving the children and kits up and down the field in the warm afternoon sunshine.

After closing time, once the families had gone home, the ghouls had the place to themselves without getting in the way of the fun of the younger members of the community. Rain and Dew were the last ones left inside the maze. Aurora and Mist had quickly disappeared somewhere together, Sunny, Cirrus and Cumulus were deep into their mission of finishing off the cider now that their responsibilities were over, the three of them covered in rainbow paint and body glitter.

Dewdrop and Rain walked hand in hand through the maze, quietly drinking in each other’s company in the balmy evening air. Making it to the centre of the maze they sat down on a bale, surrounded by golden walls on all sides as the amber glow of sunset spread across the sky. Dew leaned his head on Rain’s shoulder, utterly content in the moment.

“It’s beautiful.” Rain commented, as they watched the play of colours around them. “Just like you.”

Dew turned his face to bury it in Rain’s neck, bashful.

“You are, and I’m so proud of you, taking over from Aeth like you did. You’re doing such a great job, love! Look at how the town and harvest are flourishing. I’m honoured to call you my husband.”

Never one to take compliments well, Dew redirected Rain’s affections by capturing his lips in a searing kiss. The pair lost themselves in each other, the cooling temperatures went unnoticed past the warmth of their bodies, the slight prickliness of the hay nothing compared to the soft slide of their lips.

By the time they came up for air, Dew having squirmed his way into Rain’s lap, the sky was glowing a deep russet colour. From outside the maze, they could hear the sounds of the others packing up to leave.

“Alright lovebirds, time to come out or I’ll send the dogs in!” they heard Swiss call. The pair only giggled, Rain placing feather-light kisses across Dew’s cheekbones while he blushed the colour of the sky.

“You don’t have a dog!” Dew hollered back as he struggled to hold in his giggles.

“Hi Dewy.” deadpanned Mountain.

Eventually, Dew and Rain managed to find their way out of the maze, neither wanting to be found and carried out by the giant earth ghoul.

“Nice straw hat, Rain.” smirked Swiss, “although normally you weave it into itself, not directly into your hair!”

[sugar-omi]

Can't imagine how the boys would handle an angsty young teen. Not even if they're goth/emo, just really rude brats who says stuff like "whatever" or "you don't know me" stuff. I've met a lot of teens who were just rude for no reason or just flip out out of nowhere.

I see Baxter being a lil strict honestly, I mean I know some people hc as the "fun dad" and I agree but I kinda see him as strict dad too. Derek is def not taking the attitude well. I feel Iike Cove would have a hard time and try and be understanding.

cove: very awkward. doesn't know what to do at all. you two have to put your brains together and he runs to his dad like "wtf do I do." and then cliff reminds him cove WAS THAT TEENAGER.....

yeah eventually you work it out. you give them a lock on their door, headphones for those car drives so they can live out their angst, their favorite ice cream, and you leave the door open for whenever they come to you guys for a cry<333

baxter: throws the sass back at them sometimes. tries to be gentle though bc he doesn't wanna be dictator-strict, but sometimes slamming the door n yelling isn't acceptable.

constantly ends up taking his kid out for their favorite ice cream or restaurant bc he either sassed them back at the wrong time or said smth they didn't like even though it was meant to be helpful (times to stop speaking in riddles huh b-man)

derek: scared n confused LMAO tries to be helpful n nice but just gets iced out. isn't use to it since even nico was warmer at this age but he figures it out

you gotta remind him to give them space bc derek can be a bit overwhelming, but still do stuff w them bc then they'll get too deep in their teenage angst n think he doesn't love them which isn't true

oh he's freaking out too btw, runs to his parents bc hello?!??!

OR YOUR MOMS. omg derek/baxter/cove running to your moms bc Liz was pretty icy as a teenager so they run to them for advice n I just love imagining this big/put together man being comforted by 2 lil old ladies bc their teenager is being cold and angsty.

when they get rude though, is when all of em put their foot down. saying whatever and smacking your lips? slamming doors, ignoring them? sure you can get away w it to an extent but saying smth mean is when we need to sit down and talk, bc you can't say whatever you want to your family, it isn't happening.

which actually works bc those 3 are just big goofs. especially derek n cove, but naxter is funny bc he's still so dramatic yk. but seeing them so serious and angry straightens them up, especially cove. imagine COVE JAMES FUCKING HOLDEN yelling at you??? being STRICT??? yeah pretty scary stuff from your dad

baxter definitely drops the cool, calm, n collected act. all those big words? fancy words? fancy cryptic sentences? disappeared. he goes from fancy dad into civilian dad mode.

they're doing their best though. so please be nice to them bc they wanna make sure their kiddo/s never feel bad

ANYWAY THIS TURNED INTO SUCH A RAMBLE LMAO I DIDNT MEAN TO

[acourtofthought]

Do you remember Feyre telling that she fell for Tamlin because he was the first person to show her kindness or something?

I think that fits what's going on between Elain and Azriel.

Elain has been in close proximity to the IC (hell, I think it's safe to say she's only among them and doesn't go out to meet people lol) The only single male is Azriel and well, he's described as hot. And this guy spent time with her (again it started because of Feyre's orders, not any concern on his behalf) and it's understandable she has a crush on him? I think it's surface level though, and it won't be a huge problem in Elucien's book. They have enough on their plates and their own healing to do.

My point is, Elain crushing on Az isn't groundbreaking or anything significant to call 'love'. It's actually disturbing to me, because she's ONLY been around this guy (again, I mean of the available men) She's avoiding Lucien because of the bond and she turns around? The emo bat guy is waiting in the sidelines (again, ick because he's going after someone's MATE and it's a big deal to Fae, and he KNOWS that. Yeah he has his own healing to do and I'm sure I'll love his book, but right now, he's being shitty lol)

Anyway can't wait for the Elucien book, and sorry for the long text haha

I agree with you 100%. Just like Feyre fell in love with Tamlin (or so she thought) during a time when she needed a reprieve from the years of starvation and taking care of others, he wasn't necessarily the right person for her once she had time to discover who she was outside of being the primary caretaker for her family. Similarly, Elain went through a massive amount of trauma in the series. She was made into an entirely new species and was instantly given a wild fae bond that probably scares the hell out of her with how it makes her feel. It's normal for her to shut down because of the emotional overload and when Feyre said Az would be someone who could give Elain peace and quiet, I think she was right. Because Az doesn't push her to face things, he doesn't force her to feel much at all. It's comfortable and easy and light and fun and not overwhelming. But Elain will eventually get to the point (if she's not already there after SF) where she doesn't want to ignore things anymore. Where hiding from truth isn't the best thing for her. Where she's mentally in a place to face who she's becoming. And "peace and quiet" is no longer what she'll need. She'll need someone to challenge her, to believe in her and push her and that is clearly not Az. To your point, Azriel was Elain's Tamlin. I'm not saying Az would have ever spiraled the way Tamlin did with Feyre but I think it's clear that Tamlin was simply a stepping stone for Feyre and that's what Az has been for Elain.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

OKAY. OKAY. WINTERS FAMILY TORMENT NEXUS. as i've said before this is all REALLY vague rough outlines bc i wanted to bounce it all back n forth with u. but. what i have:

>winters family (mark & ashe & fridged mom/wife) live in a location hit by the simurgh

>mark is at work when she arrives. something horrific happens at home. maybe his wife is injured or hurt, but not killed. ashe (7/8/9) triggers. whatever his powers are, they. do Not help heal his mom. in fact the opposite.

>mark tears back home asap instead of leaving as soon as he hears her song, actively choosing to stay in her effect zone for his family. finds newly triggered baby ashe & the rest of that scene.

>theyve spent too long in the affected zone to be allowed to go free, especially since ashe triggered from it. mark nukes his whole past life & ashe's to escape without undergoing all the protocols. he spends ages doing shit work to support him & ashe bc theyre both legally dead, ends up working for overlord, manages to get enough of a fake past to get through cauldron background checks & get powers? it'll pay so much better than the grunt work he's doing now & he has to support ashe (powered)(legally dead)(would probably be executed if anyone Found Out)....

anyway to me the trickster is like. the endgame of this specific simurgh rube goldberg. somehow it doesn't end horrifically, for once! but it gets. bad. the fact that they're simurgh survivors is always looming over their heads. its why mark fucking freaks out when ashe joins the wards. literally have nothing more specific than this though u gotta help me put meat on these bones!!!!! STOP "being responsible" and "doing work" and stuff START thinking incessantly abt nhw ashe!!!!! i don't even know his powers bc i have no clue how he triggered!!!! augh. god. them..... mods torture that blonde man in the most narratively satisfying and fucked up way possible!!!!

QUIT YOUR JOB JOIN MY EMO WARDS !!!!!!!!!!!!! god dude god dude I'm gonna be thinking about this all fucking DAY . who needs to be responsible and have a job. not me!!!! FUCK !!!!!!!! dude im just. thinking abt mark being at work getting the notice to evacuate and starting to hear the song and. bc it's important to me that he's a little bit of a coward. it takes him longer than he will ever admit to decide to go back to his family. he definitely hesitates and hates himself for it because. what if he had gotten there 10 minutes earlier! who fucking knows! he never will!!

god man I'm just thinking about. that scene where they're in the hospital waiting to hear back about noelle and the person (ai?) at the desk is giving them the rundown of all the containment procedures and handing them paperwork and asking them if they can pay for the medical care. how fucked up would that be to hear after you're in the midst of losing everything. mark winters the universes most hated man. I looooooove the satisfaction in thinking about that snap decision where he goes from "relatively normal if a little emotionally repressed but otherwise does his best suburban dad" to "my wife is dead and my son is fucked up and there's this fucking sound in my head that won't go away I'm about to erase everything and break several laws in order to get us out of here" and how that eventually leads into. supervillain. it's just soooooooo. sickos haha yessss the downfall of this fucking miserable blonde guy. when do you think he consciously made that choice. he heard "you're never going to get out of here and live a normal life again" do you think he just . sat with that for a while. ashe unresponsive either due to shock or fear or the trauma of triggering/whatever his powers are and mark just has to sit there. by himself. like what the fuck am I gonna do now. auaghghghghhhh I need 2 make him so miserable forever. fuck that guy i hate his ass (<< me when I lie)

I THINK . I NEED TO SIT FOR A WHILE AND FINISH THESE NEXT COUPLE CHAPTERS AND PROCESS A LITTLE MORE BEFORE I MAKE A SOLID DECISION ON ASHES POWERS. but you knowwwww it's gonna be some fucked up horror shit. it has to be. it has to be something fucked up enough that mark forbids him from using his powers and keeps him . at home isolated for his own good. but not TOO fucked that he wouldn't be able to join the wards.

actually speaking of. HOW THE FUCK DOES HE JOIN THE WARDS. I know mark basically fucking erased their whole identity and everything but. there's noooo way the prt would let this kid join them. right?????? right????. how the hell would that even be a possibility with all the precautions in place for simurgh survivors. THEY EXPLODED THAT ONE CAPE GUYS HEAD BECAUSE HE STAYED IN PROXIMITY FOR A LITTLE BIT TOO LONG. maybe it's unofficial. maybe he never Officially joins them but he sneaks out while mark is gone and meets the boys somewhere and they become friends out of costume first. and then they learn about his powers and ashe is like "I can help!" and helps them like. as a rogue or something. but hes never registered as an official cape. is this anything. im thinking about him so much what the fuuuuuck have we done. what have we done !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[shot-kickers]

All the future episodes make me sad and like everyone else I'm not immune to making my own Teen AU in order to let the Simpsons kids have some fun! This teen AU ends up going into a college one too but we can talk about that one later for now here's some silly teen designs for Bart and his friend group.

Season 30's 'E My Sports' put these guys on a team together and then never did anything with them as a group ever again but I liked the idea of them all being a rag tag group of friends when they got to high school so the Evergreen Terrors team name lives on!

Design notes are under the keep reading because I like to yap!

Bart is the leader of this operation and still the top school prankster whose shenanigans always end up on the front page of the school's newspaper (Partly because they're an inconvenience to the students and staff but also partly because he has men on the inside and by that I mean Rodd and Todd Flanders run the school paper together!) Design wise I just went mostly off of what he wears in the future episodes, mostly Future Drama and Barthood since they take place in teen timelines more than the others, as well as looking at old skating magazines I had saved for personal projects that I thought would be a nice nod to his skater boy vibe. You'll see with Lisa and Maggie later but the number of piercings the kids have are the same as the order they are in the family, Bart has one, Lisa has two and Maggie has three! He and Milhouse have matching Itchy and Scratchy tattoos since in this AU they'd be 18, Bart doesn't bother hiding his tattoo from Homer and Marge even if they disapprove of it but Milhouse tries (and fails) to hide his from Luanne and Kirk for as long as he possibly can.

Milhouse is still unfortunately Milhouse so he's still a bit insecure about himself and his parents won't let him dress 'cool' so he makes do with what he can like buying his belts from Hot Topic and layering his clothing, even if he has to tuck his shirt in so the belts can be seen by his peers. He has a silly little nerd bag and he got new glasses for moving up to high school but alas, some things never change and bullies ended up breaking them but he taped them up to look cooler instead of getting new ones. I wanted to give him like starter emo hair where he's just started growing it out like the cool kids but it doesn't make him look cool he just looks like a nerd instead. I'm not the biggest fan of beefy teen Milhouse I think it's more fun if he's still just a bit of a nerd. His badges and stickers on his trumpet case are references to Space Mutants, Life in Hell, Fall Out Boy, Radioactive Man and his dad's Can I Borrow A Feeling?

Nelson took to hanging out with Bart and Milhouse after Jimbo, Dolph and Kearney graduated and at the point this AU takes place he considers them close friends (not that you'd catch him telling them that though but I'm sure they've picked up on it over the years) He and Lisa have been on a few more dates over the years but whether or not they stay together at any point well who really is to say right now, but they are still close friends! I also like to think that Nelson's gotten pretty good at his guitar playing by this point, his singing though maybe not so much. Design wise I fear I was in the dark canon wise since they don't feature teen nelson a lot in the teen timelines so I just went with the vest TM and made it more of a battle jacket since my mum had one and hers was covered in all sorts of patches and pen doodles from her friends and the metal bands she used to listen to. I thought that since the vest in canon is clearly used to symbolize Nelson's relationships with people (Bart getting sentimental over it at the end of the episode where he and Nelson were friends, him giving it to Lisa when she was cold at the end of When Nelson Met Lisa/Lisa wearing it at the end of Barthood when the two are going out together) that eventually he lets his friends add things to the jacket within reason since it still has to look cool after all, nothing cutesy just heavy metal and wicked cool motifs. Because of this Bart gets to doodle on it, Milhouse has accidentally stained it with bleach during a prank at school and Martin and Sophie have given him some cool patches and buttons they find while out and about. The ONE uncool patch that stays on the jacket however is the recycling one, gifted of course by Lisa during their relationship at some point and he cares a bit too much to remove it after the break up. You can't see it in this image but the back of the jacket has a whole flannel panel sewn into the back of it from one of his dad's old flannels, something about having a piece of someone close to you with you despite them no longer being present in your life. I also let him grow out his hair because I imagine that at some point Mrs Muntz was able to afford a fancy barber to cut Nelson's hair for school and he fucked it up so bad that Nelson vowed to never cut his hair again!

Martin is struggling due to pushing himself so hard in order to meet the crazy high exceptions his family have for his future and he still remains the school's biggest teacher's pet as a result. He's leader of the mathletes and is trusted by almost every member of staff as he has quite the reputation of being one of the school's most important over achievers, alongside Lisa and Allison Taylor of course. However since he's a friend of Bart's at this point, he's also not above being mischievous in order to let off steam and Bart, Milhouse and Nelson all take great joy in getting goody two shoes Martin in trouble with them, even if he can use his reputation with the teachers to get out of the detention the others land themselves in. Springfield's school system already has a low turn out of top student alumni so I imagine that they get their top students out of trouble when they do things wrong in order to produce a more impressive track record to outsiders. Design wise I just went for big nerd but I also wanted small hints that as much as he tries to keep up his usual silly and whimsical appearances he's still mega stressed underneath, like his socks not being evenly pulled up and his little head hairs being a bit frazzled. I also had to keep his little chest pocket where he stores his pens cause it's a fun part of his usual design. I also gave him a big backpack he uses to carry every textbook under the sun which often would get him picked on by bullies like usual.

Sophie kept hanging out with Bart as the years went on and over time eventually she was considered to be a part of the gang, especially once the kids got to high school. She's still an avid gamer and I imagine she plays just about anything from survival horror to farm simulators. Her Skyrim mods go crazy I bet. Outside of that though her passion is still classical music as she practices her violin religiously and also helps out with her dad's live music on The Krusty Show as a part time job outside of school hours. She's also in the school marching band along with Milhouse, Lisa and Allison and is equally as passionate about that as she is with her violin practice. Design wise I thought she could be vaguely tomboyish but with a bit of a girly flair to it, the one future episode she is in she's getting married to Jimbo so figuring out what she'd wear was pretty hard since there wasn't a lot to go off of (Her necklace is from that episode because her neck looked too bare without something around it)

[vanfleeter]

Conjure: Chapter 1

Characters: Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka Warnings: 18+ || Angst. Language. Anger. Grief. Death. Accidental drowning. Funeral. Burial. Paranormal. Ghosts. (let me know if I'm missing something so I can add it.) A/N: Jaketober is officially officially here! I hope you'll enjoy this short series!

Twins.

Noun. A person or thing that is exactly like the other.

They were born into this world from the same womb–only five minutes apart. Two brothers who share just about everything. Everything they did was done together, except for their school classes. Too chaotic to be in the same class together. The only time they were ever purposely separated, and not by their choice. They made a pact when they were young, that since they came into this world together, they would leave this world together.

Twenty-eight years came and went in a blur. They survived significant others that came and went, some staying longer than others. They were each other's ride or die, no one could replace either one of them. They had their own best friends, but they were each other’s built in best friend from the start.

As the years went on, and the older they grew, they slowly became their own person with their own identity. Though they share all the same facial qualities, Jake wanted to be his own person. He was getting tired of people confusing him with Josh. He especially hated it when Josh tried to pretend to be him. So he grew out his hair while Josh typically kept his short and curly. They mutually decided to dress differently, growing tired of wearing matching outfits that their mother would put them in. His style grew different from Josh’s. While Josh was more hippie and international, Jake kept his casual and laid back. He became the emo twin, the long bangs and the hipster clothing. Even their music style had its slight differences, despite growing up around the same genres.

They even had different passions. Jake loved music. He learned how to play guitar at a very young age, and it was the one thing that he stayed true to. He had dreams of playing music like his grandfather, but he wanted to be BIG. Have a band, compose his own songs, travel around the world while playing his music. Josh on the other hand, dreamt of producing films. Come junior high and high school, he produced a few short films with the help of Jake, of course. He was also into theater, unlike Jake. He loved to act, loved to be the center of attention, whereas Jake did not. Jake tended to hang out behind the scenes, keep to himself and just not be bothered unless he chose to be.

And while Jake practiced and practiced to get better at guitar, he helped Josh make his movies. He even acted in them, despite being the one who didn’t want to act. But Josh was the director and the producer, someone had to be the actor. So when Jake wasn’t behind the camera and capturing all the good shots for Josh, he was in front of the camera and doing his best as an actor.

Eventually Jake began to form his own band and since he helped Josh with his movies, Josh returned the favor and decided that he would help Jake with his music. Jake promised him that once they made it big and Josh was ready to step down, he would help Josh again with his film. And so they did just that. They roped in their younger brother Sam who learned to play the bass and taught himself how to play the keys. Eventually they brought on a good family friend, Danny–who also grew into being one of their brothers. Family. That’s what they were, and that’s what they always would be.

And for the next ten years, the twins were still together. They even moved in together for a while, even with their significant others, because they just couldn’t separate from each other.

Until Josh made the decision to move out with his partner. “It’s time,” He said. “We need our own spaces if we want our relationships to work..” He patted Jake on the shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m not that far, and besides, I’ll give you a key so you can come over whenever you want to.”

Though they lived apart now, they still were inseparable, even when they went on tour. They were always together.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily.” Josh joked one night as he handed Jake a glass of whiskey. “And apparently the same goes for you.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Nah, we made a pact. If you go down, I’m going down with you.”

Josh chuckles. “That silly ole pact, Jacob,” He sips on his wine. “I can’t believe you’re still holding onto that.”

Jake shrugs his shoulders and sips his whiskey. “I don’t think I could ever live a day without you…”

Little did he know that living without his twin forever was approaching faster than he was ever expecting…

He was woken up late one night to a phone call from his brother’s partner. He could barely make out a word that the poor guy was going on about through tears. When he finally pieced everything together, he was out of bed and rushing down to his car.

It was an accident. It wasn’t supposed to happen. It was all an accident.

Josh was fooling around, as he usually does. Anything to entertain and bring a smile to his friends’ faces. He dared his partner that he could jump further into the lake and that he did. But his foot got tangled in the weeds at the bottom. He never resurfaced when his partner did. By the time he was cut free and brought back to the surface, he was already gone.

To Jake, it felt like a part of him was dying. His soul being yanked from his body. He broke a lot of things that night. His home was trashed by the time he finally cried himself to sleep. Seeing his brother lying there on the table, cold and… Dead.

His words echoed in his head as he stared at the ceiling.

“We promised each other! You promised me!”

He was angry with his brother for the weeks to follow before the funeral. He blamed his brother for his own death, his own stupidity. If he never made that stupid dare, then he wouldn’t have gone into the water and he never would have gotten stuck. 

But then that anger turned into sorrow the day of the funeral. It all became real as he saw his brother lying in the casket in a sleek white suit. He stood there, staring at his lifeless body and the single white rose placed between his folded hands.

It rained that day, all through the funeral and all through the burial. Jake stood there without an umbrella, and refused one from anyone who offered him one. He didn’t care if he was being soaked, nor did he care if he would end up sick. Maybe this time it’ll take him out.

They enter this world together, they leave together.

That was the promise. The pact.

Even when everyone had left the gravesite after the casket was lowered into the ground, Jake stayed.

Eventually he left when the cemetery closed for the night, going home in a soaked suit.

Now it’s been four years since the passing of his brother. He still grieves for his other half, but it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. Celebrating his birthday that first year was a rough one. Instead of celebrating with their family, he went to the cemetery and spent the day there. Whether he spoke a word or not, he stayed in hopes of feeling his brother’s presence. He always had this feeling that he was around, always watching. He wanted to feel that again, especially that day.

Twice a year he’d visit Josh’s grave. Once for their birthday and again on Halloween. Halloween, he believed, is to be the day that the veil is the thinnest for the spirit world to enter the mortal world. Any chance he’d get to be closer to his brother, even for a little while, was worth it.

This year for Halloween is no different than the others. He’d drive to the cemetery in the afternoon, with a picnic basket full of his brother’s favorite food and a few candles that he will light when the sun goes down. But though it seemed to be no different than the rest, this year would be something to remember. He just didn’t know it.

What he also didn’t know is that his brother is indeed still there. And even though he knew Jake couldn’t hear him, he still responded to his questions as if they were having a normal conversation.

Josh is perched on his tombstone and draws lazy circles on the gray cement as he listens to Jake talk.

Blah, blah, blah. It’s the same old shit every year.

I miss you. I wish you were here. It’s not the same without you here.

Well no shit it’s not, brother. I wish I were there too–as I say every year..

He wishes he could just slap Jake. Anything to get him out of the mopey mess. Hoping off the stone, he settles on his feet before joining his brother on the grass.

“I met a girl..”

Josh perks up and smirks. “Oh, did you now?”

“But it didn’t last long..”

“Here we go… Let me guess, it’s because of me..”

“It’s because of you..”

“I knew it.. You can’t let my death get in the way of you living your life.” He goes to move off of the tombstone to sit in front of his brother. “You know, if I could touch you, I’d slap you. Pull yourself together, Jake.”

Jake sighs and lowers his head. “She’s really nice, but I didn’t want my grief to bring her down..”

Josh rolls his eyes and leans backwards against the stone. He runs his thumb over his nails as he inspects them. “Everyone grieves about someone, Jake. She’s probably grieving too.”

He watches as Jake reaches into the basket and pulls out a candle. He groans when he sees that it’s the smelly orange candle.

“What is with you and that godforsaken candle?” He says as he gags when he smells it. “It smells absolutely horrid. You and your witchy voodoo shit, I don’t get it.” He leans backwards again against the stone and folds his arms over his chest. “And if that’s some way to “honor me”, that’s pretty pathetic. You know I like grand things, not some smelly, little candle.”

“The candle does smell pretty bad,” Jake says with a light chuckle. “The packaging it came in said it was supposed to smell like pumpkin and sage.”

“And who was this person that thought pumpkin and sage smell good together?” Josh grimaces. “I prefer vanilla, thank you very much.”

Jake sighs and allows his shoulders to drop. “Anyways.. I talked to Chris today. He wants to start a band…” He shrugs and fidgets with his fingers in his lap. “I told him I’d think about it.. But the truth is, I don’t think I want to.. Music just doesn’t feel the same with you.”

“Oh for the love of god..” Josh rolls his eyes once more and pushes off the stone. “Nothing will be the same without me, that’s just how it’s going to be from now on. Of course it will be different, but maybe it’ll be a good different.”

“Seriously wish I could hear what you’re saying.. You’re probably yelling right about now, calling me stupid.”

“Yelling? No. Calling you stupid. Yes, because you are being stupid!” Josh sighs and rubs his temple. “Even when I’m dead, I’m still the rational one..”

“I guess my passion for music is kind of dead–no pun intended.”

“Ha ha ha, very funny..” Josh leans forward on his knees and stares down his brother. “Like I haven’t heard that one before..”

“I’m sorry if I’m depressing you..”

“Well, you’re in the right place for that..” Josh grumbles. “Unfortunately..” He scoffs. “This place is depressing.. Just last week there was a woman who cried for hours over my grave and I didn’t even know who she was! I don’t think I’ve ever met her! Although now that I think about it, I think she was at the wrong grave.. She kept calling for a ‘Joey’.. I don’t even know a ‘Joey’, nor have I met one on this side.. Maybe he crossed over, you know, that kind of thing..”

“--And I don’t know, I guess I just still feel comfortable coming to talk to you still, even if I can’t hear anything you’re saying..”

“Oh shit, you’re still talking.” He laughs. “My bad..”

Jake looks around the stone, squinting in the light of the flashlight. “Cemetery’s closed, sir..”

Josh peers over the stone himself to find the groundskeeper weaving his way around the other tombstones as he comes closer to Jake. He rolls his eyes and stands to his feet. “I hate this guy.. Such a downer–he’s worse than you. Ugh.. And he always takes the flowers from my grave.. Hello, I’m still enjoying those, thank you very much!” He huffs and folds his arms over his chest.

“I’m sorry,” Jake says as he stands to his feet. “I guess I got a little carried away again..”

“Jacob, don’t apologize.. I get it. Sometimes I find myself getting carried away talking to the dead too.” The groundskeeper chuckles.

Josh rolls his eyes. “He really does get carried away.. He rambles on more than I do, and that says a lot.”

“Go home and get some sleep.. He’ll still be here tomorrow..”

“And the day after that.. And the day after that.. And the day after that.. I’ll always be here.”

Jake reluctantly picks up the picnic basket and the candle. He blows it out and puts it back inside the basket. “Bye Josh..”

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[ilovelosersandshortmen]

Could I ask for the Brotherhood with a Platonic Reader who's just some random kid? Not even a mutant or anything, they just walked into the house one day and just decided 'yeah I'll live here with you guys🤷'

The Brotherhood of Mutants reacting to a random person deciding to move in with them (PLATONIC!!)

I love this idea oml 😭😭 This has very big Addams Family vibes honestly. I'm going to write this with a more sibling-like relationship because I love found family.

TODD:

• Okay, honestly, I've always thought Todd would be like.. a redneck cigarette dad. I mean that with love.

• Constantly getting into wrestling matches and teaching people bad behaviors, you know what I mean. Trailer park behavior. (I used to live in one so I can make fun of it)

• He's the kind of guy that would put you on his shoulders so that you can spray paint a building or something. Also teaches you the most efficient way to hop a fence when running from the cops!

• He's like Roderick from Diary of a Wimpy kid, taking you out for gas station snack runs late at night.

• Sometimes, he feels like you're the only person he can open up to.

• He has cried on your shoulder more than a few times.

• Then you guys make cookies together.

FRED:

• I know I keep bringing this up, but I believe Fred is an amazing cook. (this is based on the rose radishes he made for Pietro or whatever)

• So he constantly makes sure you get fed first, because he knows eating well in the Brotherhood is really hard.

• Always lifting things to impress you.

• (Yeah he's a sad only child soo.. you're his new sibling. He's decided. Already calls you his brother/sister)

• Would literally both die and kill for you.

• He doesn't want to hurt you with his hugs, so sometimes he just lets you cling to him like a koala.

• He likes to help you pick out your outfits (I don't know, this just feels right to me)

• He's also super supportive if you're alt/goth/emo

• You guys have fashion shows to show off your outfits.

• Honestly, he's your biggest fan.

PIETRO:

• Genuinely in disbelief

• "Wait, so we're just.. letting this happen!?"

• He's really the only one who cares, which I guess is understandable. I wouldn't want even more people in a house that's already falling apart.

• So, at first, he's always complaining about you being there. You took his spot on the couch. You stepped on his shoe that one time. Once he complained that you breathed too loudly near him.

• After a while, he reduces his whining to muttering and then eventually just gets used to your presence.

• He doesn't like to admit it, but he kind of does want to impress you. He'll use his powers and then just.. stand in front of you, waiting for praise.

• Always behind you when you go for walks, like a scary guard dog.

• SO. MANY. PRANK WARS.

WANDA:

• She's chill.

• She's not really vocal about everything, but she does really care for you!

• Wanda would def help you dye your hair or paint your nails.

• And she would use her powers to grab things off of high places, just so you don't get injured.

• Pietro might be a little jealous of you, but who cares what he thinks anyway.

• She would also probably help you pierce yourself

• Then would help you when it got infected.

LANCE:

• He always tries to pretend that he doesn't care, but he definitely does.

• Always making sure you don't get hurt around the house, and is the first person to worry if you do ever get hurt.

• Also, this goes for all of them, but he would absolutely love playing video games with you. Even if he loses. A lot.

• More than a few earthquakes were caused over Mario Kart.

• Also the first to raise hell if you went missing.

• Sometimes takes you out with Kitty to get food (like that one "Mama y Papa" trend on Tiktok)

TABITHA:

• She takes you under her wing immediately.

• After a day with her, you have a new taste in music and a bunch of outfits that were not shoplifted at all.

• You basically become her right hand person when causing trouble, she'd constantly wake you up for late night joy rides.

• Asks you to help her with her hair (there's no way she doesn't use 5 bottles of hairspray for that thing)

• You two definitely shoplift together, or she shop lifts random things for you.

• Always getting you little snack or trinkets.

I don't know if this was exactly what you were thinking, but I love the idea of a platonic sibling-like relationship!! Also, I'm sorry if this is really short, I'm more used to writing romance. But, as always, I appreciate you and I hope you have an amazing night!!

[stanleyvampire14]

Hi! To clear up some confusion because multiple people keep asking me this; “Who is the Emerson family?” Or at least a member of them TW FOR MENTIONS OF DEATH AND SEMI-VIOLENT SCENES

Let’s start with Mr. Emerson himself! John Emerson!

John is a policeman that usually either gets stationed in the neighborhood he lives in, or he goes around patrolling other neighborhoods in the town. He’s been in the police business for a while (years) and he likes doing it! He loves helping people! However he does have a side to him that can and will kill you (or at least seriously injure you) if you hurt the people he cares about, mainly his family. His immune system isn’t very great and he gets sick a lot around the flu season, which kinda sucks, but he refuses to not go to work, which kind of worries Mary (and Ryder as well). It’ll get to the point where Mary forces him to stay in bed, she will literally wrap him in a blanket to make him stay. He is very loyal (COUGH COUGH. @lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks @todds-diary @that-fruitier-emo) and we love him for that. He taught Ryder basic manners and to actually respect women, despite most fathers at the time not caring about the latter, which is why Ryder is so insistent on teaching that to the other kids (island kids and daycare kids). Ryder really looks up to him, even after the island, although he’s more subtle about it after the island because he’s more reserved in general. Overall a great guy, I’d talk to him about my problems and he’d hug me as I rambled.

Next is Mrs. Emerson, Mary Emerson!

She is a saint I swear…and pretty…Beautiful even…Anyways! She’s a daycare worker, she made her own daycare because the others in the area kinda sucked in her opinion (discrimination issues among various types of people + “what about the poor people with children :( we have to help them somehow”) she will literally give discounts near the holidays please go to her daycare. Literally the most comforting person aside from Ryder himself. She doesn’t care who you are (and she might know who you ARE before you realize, in Ryder’s case…🏳️‍🌈) she will be there for you, it doesn’t matter how hard you breakdown, she will find a way to comfort you. She says that she doesn’t have a favorite child in the daycare, but she definitely does (it’s technically Ryder but he works with her so he doesn’t count) nobody knows who it is and the kids try to play guessing games, and everytime she leaves the room to do something, the children repeatedly ask Ryder who’s the favorite and he doesn’t know either, but he says that he likes Klaus a lot (@lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks oc) and Ira (will reveal all of the daycare children soon enough, also Ira is they/them). She taught Ryder how to cook and somehow Ryder surpassed her skills in cooking, but Ryder always says she’s better, because he IS a mama’s boy and he can’t bring himself to make his mum sad ever. I just wanna hug her and melt hhgfssmhgh….Oh I love her so…💚💚💚 She’s my wife but also not-

Lastly, my favorite little guy (he is 16, he is not little) Ryder Emerson!

Despite what all the kids think, he’s not actually an angel, he does typical teenager stuff (sneaking out at night, occasionally drinking because of Lust, and rotting in his room for months after the island! Y’know, totally usual behavior for teens please don’t rot in your rooms that’s bad for your mental health) and he might’ve indirectly caused a few deaths on the island, but we aren’t talking about that- He scarred Gluttony because he killed Sloth and Ryder obviously didn’t like that he bit Jack and Maurice out of self defense, and he might’ve smacked Roger on the head on the island at least twice…He got tired of them eventually. I swear he’s overall a good person, that island just really messed him up mentally and physically. In the fight between Jack and Ralph at the end, Ryder ended up getting scars from Maurice because Maurice slashed him with his spear, meaning to stab him (it was Jack’s command and Maurice was kind of a little gone). Speaking of the Merridew kid, he and Ryder are therapy partners/friends together due to their therapist thinking that exposed therapy would be a good thing for them, which it kind of was. Ryder got so much better after talking to everyone that survived on the island, even though he still feels iffy with some of them (Ralph, Roger, Maurice, Samneric all technically betrayed him in some way). His relationships with the sins (also @lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks ocs) got so much better, although Gluttony’s was…Not good for a while, they eventually forgave each other in their own way, I’d like to say it started here, which I believe would take place a couple months after they got off the island: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52156768/chapters/131921551

Thank you for listening to my rambling, if you did.

Have a gallery of them, I really do love them…💙💚🩷 (I accidentally made it a timeline of events, oops)

This post was mostly for @cve-th3mvsic , but I hope this clears some questions up! ^_^

I will be linking this on my pinned post, just in case it gets lost in the massive amounts of posts I reblog and such.



[yougyattabekidding]

Only 3 people asked so heres my little theory between Kenshi and Takeda 😋

ok so my gay little theroy is that Takeda is still Kenshi's son BUTT instead of leaving takeda with Kuai/ Scorpion, He leaves him with Harumi so he can go after the yaukuza n stuff (harumi being a close friend of Suchin/Kenshi in my little headcanon). Takeda being left with Harumi when he was about 4 or 5 growing up with her (and seeing her as a mother figure kinda how Takeda saw Hanzo as a father figure in mkx). Also i have a hunch that Kenshi was probs a teen dad idk why tho it justs the aura .I'd also like to make small theroy that Kenshi just forgot about him atp and is mostly focused on defending Earthrealm than freeing his family from the yakuza (based off kenshi's ending lmao) Once the Shirai ryu formed (i'd say Takeda is like 10 by now) Kuai and Tomas train him up until he's 13. Then thats when they little whitewashed emo boy Hanzo comes along whos (imo) around 7. Hanzo and Takeda get along very quickly (This is how the whole "Hanzo sees you as a brother" dialogue kinda makes sense) and have a strong brotherly bond. eventually Takeda finds out abt his dad's whereabouts is flabbergasted on how he can abandon his family like that so Takeda takes the job to save his family from the yakuza (hint to his dedication from dialougue w/ Lui) . Leaving the Shirai ryu around 15. After 9 years (he's canonically 24 in mk1 i think) he's just a traumatized man trying to find out where the yakuza is up to in shit, BUTT when he met's up with Kenshi for 20-19 years, Takeda pretty much disowns him as a father kinda how he did in mkx (except bro never came back ever 💀). Becuase of this Takeda and Kenshi both agree to say they're both distant cousins. (Li Mei: "You and Kenshi are --"Takeda: "Cousins - Distant Cousins."). But ofc not everyone belives them (PM: "Takahashi? You related to that Kenshi guy?" T: "Are you blind? Can't you see the resemblance?") Leading to a lot of them to be confused behind their relationship with eachother and that the fact they had the same goal (like father like son lmao) it's not healthy due to the abandoment but they still look out for one another it's cute in a way that kenshi is still somewhat a caring dad in this timeline 🥲. Despite this Takeda still looks up to Kenshi (kinda obvious). He yearns for the father son bond he never got with him (proving my point a little on why Takeda is like so curious about Kenshi. Takeda: "Is Kenshi different since being blinded?" Kung Lao: "It's sharpened his edge."). The only part that kinda throws off this theory is some of the actual dialogue between Takeda and Kenshi 😭 . My only guess was that Takeda was exposed to some of the Yakuza thinking it was cool and epic before Kenshi said “nah we gonna do our own thing” and a little of the whole thing where Takeda says how the shirai ryu changed him and Kenshi just goes “👍” BUTT!!!!!! Another thing I would like to mention is the dialogue between Geras and Takeda ; Geras: "Your bond with Kenshi is crucial to your future." Takeda: "I won't force it, Geras." THIS THIS DIALOGUE ONLY LEADS ME TO BELIVE THAT TAKEDA AND KENSHI ARE GONNA ACTUALLY SPLIT UP. LIKE FULL ON NO CONTACT. AUGHH I LOVE THAT ME WHEN CHARACTERS WITH BAD RELATIONSHIPS WITH THEIR PARENTS (im hooked) again this is only my theory…a game theory!!! ok bye